Paris
It's nice spending time with Chance, and even though he hasn't touched me again since that first day in his car, apart from holding my hand, I feel my attraction to him growing.
How can it not when he's so lovely to me, so charming, and so damn hot?
No one has ever spoken to me the way Chance does. He makes me laugh so hard my sides hurt. When he looks at me, I see that he wants me. I have no real experience with being wanted because a man never actually wanted me.
Don't get me wrong, I am no nun; I've had se.x a few times. Men have fuc.ked me stupid. They say things for effect, things that make me feel good for a few moments. But there's never any real connection there. I'm every man's drunken fu.ck. Their means to an end. I'm also the girl men choose last. The girl they take h
